complete waste of life.

now i know what morning looks like.

but only when i greet it from the previous night.

im still so sad that the king of pop is gone.

i need a big, big, big, big, big change. like another country. or something far, far away. something.

its funny how i really dont give a shit about anything anymore.
i should, but i dont.
i just drift through my life enoying the little conveniences that pop up from time to time.
it feels pretty free, but i guess its also pointless.

oh well.

this sucks.

im on probation for the first time in my life!!!
possibly nooo smoking pot for a whole YEAR?
oh my.

i want to explodeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

im home and i love it and ill never leave again.

im coming home dear sarasota. i was crazy to leave you.

orlando sucks